Deep in the thicket, the strangers met, each escaping abusive relationships, seeking the alleged encampment to rest. They talked, they comforted, they began to open up. Feelings were born or stirred to remembrance. Something magical organically flourished. But the curse of each found them and convened and grew a thorny wall between, but pure love and innocence in the end will summon The Supreme, and upon wings, the Blessing came, and the last of the Obstacles fell forever away.
Each moment I gently hold so tenderly, each for a separate still-life eternity, seal in a crystal tear of joy, baubles of my heart hung in the field, suncatchers upon the Tree of Life, and I kneel and feel the kiss on my bowed head from the Light, and my Father whispers, “It is what I have always wanted for you, my sweet child.” I rise and return to the heaven of your love, and just for today, for us, time slows down…
I am the maiden from your dreams whose song you still heard in your non-sleep, deep in the wood where the single beam breached the dark and lit the lilting stream that you followed, barefoot-steady on mossy rock, determined to find the source entrancing your heart.
Maiden, faery, mythological immortal, you knew not the form of the feminine aura, only that you would never be at peace until you tasted the voice that gave purpose to the breeze
that reached you over and over again both far away and as breath upon your skin, closer now than you’ve ever been, always determined I’d be just around the next bend,
and this time, the end of the search, back turned, I felt your presence, white dress, hem drenched by the river, wildflowers woven through waterfalling tresses;
unsure if the heavens kept a soft beam on me or that was my own light self-illuminating, you froze in awe, then began to weep in relief as I slowly turned and used your name in my greeting.
Never so sweet were three syllables ever spoken until the ones that soon followed when in your arms, I was finally enfolded–– the fit, so long ago star-blessed and divinely molded.